He had been in London before as a transient, but now (1791) he has determined to take lodgings and live the life of a cosmopolitan. He resumes his narrative and tells us that he returned from his Alpine journey and has since left Cambridge for good.
Now, as Book 7 is begun, a chorus of birds and a solitary glowworm tell the poet of winter's approach.
From 1800 to the spring of 1804, there has been an actual lapse in the writing of the work. This book, however, will return us to the rawness of life itself. It soon settled to a quiet philosophical flow of reflections. It was begun (in 1798) with a great gush of enthusiasm which was inspired by the poet's ecstasy in being free of the city. Six years have passed, Wordsworth says, since he began his poem, and he bemoans that it has gone very slowly.
Compared with the books preceding and following, there is a curious lack of introspection in this one.
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